BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

Times, they are a changin’…

Once upon a time I would pack my suitcase, brave the scrutiny of the power drunk rent-a-cops hired by the TSA, and then jet all over the country (coach, of course) to do book signings, chats, and seminars.

While I still do that to an extent, a combination of emerging technologies and bottoming out economies has made a radical change to how authors handle appearances. I am talking, of course, about virtual touring…

So, in a blind embrace of technology… Well… Not exactly blind… I do try to keep one eye open so I can try to catch E K sneaking up on me (not that it works, mind you)… Anyway, the point here is, I Skype™ (among other things, but we won’t go there right now…)

So, if you:

• Run a book club

• Schedule library chats

• Are looking for a guest blogger

• Want to schedule a chat for a classroom full of creative writers

• Need a motor-mouthed guest for a podcast

• Are looking for any other Virtual Author Appearance sort of thing

I’m available… In other words, just consider me a modern day Paladin – “Have WebCam and Headset, Will Chat…”

Drop me a line and we’ll Skype™. (Just don’t tell E K)…

More to come…

Murv

Hamster Month Continues on Brainpan Leakage…

Image Copyright © M. R. Sellars – Phyllis had a son who happened to be an extremely cool kid. He’s probably all grown up now – in fact, chronologically, he most certainly is, because back then he was about the same age as my own offspring is now. At any rate, he and some friends from school had formed themselves a band, and called themselves “NERPH”. The truth is, they really couldn’t play the instruments all that well, and none of them had any real musical experience, but they beat and strummed anyway, while singing parodies of popular songs. As I am given to understand, the lyrics captioned in the picture were a parody of a Pearl Jam song titled Animal. Their version – which also became the name of their fictional debut album – was titled, Urinal. The sum of the lyrics that were ever relayed to me are for the most part depicted above. “I’m like a bomb, I gotta lit fuse, I gotta pee…”

I later found out that Phyllis’s son was ecstatic over this particular toon and kept a copy of it tacked on his wall for quite some time. I’m sure he’s forgotten about it now, but hey, it still exists and it entertained him at the time.

More to come…

Murv